Author Archives: AlbertZayat

I think I’ll

I think I’ll love,
You,
Until the time
When time is no longer,
Mine
Until my summer
Ends
Until the first of
My lasts
Are, sung
Until the breath
Of evermore
Yields itself
To,
No more
I think I’ll love you
Until…..

May I

May I rest?
In the breast
Of a lover’s chest

One I know
One of a warm glow
Where -she- restoreth my soul

And may I sleep within the depths?
Of times lived best

And will I test the shores?
Of evermore
Flying high into nights
And days
Filled with, long-gone

What plagues us is,
Seems to me
Holding in-animates to blame
For Animates failed dreams

I think, then it’s sure to be–
What fires the gun comes from ego’s disease
A finger for, frustrations chore
A thumb to help, angers pressures melt
An eye to see, lost and hopeless dreams
Despair is held with what’s left on an assassin’s quivering hand

Until the space of youths troubled grace,
Is farmed anew with valuable views
And given tools to live in peace
Without running in, the crazy race
All is lost I fear and,
And lost is all!

I am King

For I am king

Of all my land

Sovereign rule

Granted by heavens ruling hand

For I am Lord

Of all my space

Of all my want

And whim of place

For I am master

Of my life

No cell

No chain

Of others drive,

Shall keep me

Bound

To others lives

For I am master

Of my world

Within I keep

All very sound

No matter who

Or what force may blow

Tis my world I master

Thanks to heavens gold

Tribunal

 

River of Hope

On the river of hope

I floated my dream

Raw and exposed

It meant

What was seen

 

On the river of hope

Came a thought

To me

Is there time left?

For the thread of angels

Too save me

 

On the river of hope

Rests a man’s last child

One of different colors

One that exists

In time

 

In my river

And maybe theirs too

May I call unto you

For hope

For a fool

 

And so without

Crystal or diamonds

I lay bare unto you

My life long friend

And partner

 

Will you let me rest

In a field of fiery zest

So that when that day

Comes to me to say

 

Thank heaven friend

A life with no end

Rests upon

A river of hope

Of hopes eternal

Never ending

End!

Time

Time

Time to go home

Time to get ready

Ready for a long seasons end

 

Time

To see them again

They wait

Wait for me

And so does she

 

She who is most of all, most of me

She, me and long I’ve been without thee

Will I see?

Will the calm be?

 

Will she know me

Will I see her from then?

Or is now our gardens end?

 

And off I travel

Through fields of yellow

And of course her favorite, lavender

 

I’ll look there

In the calm sea of yester-year

Calm sea of turbulent tides rising so high

That they reach the endless sky

Yet there I will go

Before the end of this tears snow

 

Into calm turbulent seas of yellow and reds and lavenders and greens

I wonder if she’ll know me when

I say hello

Hello my old friend

Do you remember me from, when?

Does it burn

Does it burn
 
The land beneath your feet?
 
Does the heart of heart
 
Weaken strong legs, that know no sleep?
 
 
Does the chore
 
Of climbing mountains unheard
 
Make the grit of grinding teeth
 
Speak to one’s fleeting peace?
 
 
Oh so do I live with you
 
If in fact I’m in your shoes
 
Would you like to be as one?
 
When I bury a dangerous son?
 
 
Will you climb mountains yet unheard
 
They flag buglers to call the flock
 
And of them and those
 
whose feet dig with toes
 
Into a scene of
 
Marshall’s broad speak
 
 
Oh will that cast all doubt as to who
 
Is the last to shout
 
I am the one, too
 
Who makes things so
 
 
Who makes things so
 
And as long as one knows not to touch my toes
 
I will allow you to live
 
Within a pen like a pig
 
While I seek clouds
 
Held in honor of maybe my sin
 
Of my exalted one
 
Nominated to judge a person
 
So sung
 
 
And do so, no matter what
 
And do so, no matter what!
 
Does it burn, the land beneath your feet?

Freedom

Oh so free
 
Free to fly upon the wings
 
Of an old smokestack
 
Bellowing cries of work, deep into the sky
 
 
Here it comes
 
Here
 
It comes
 
My ride to town
 
In an all-black silhouette
 
of a means trains end
 
 
Hear that whistle
 
Hear it call
 
It waits for none to jump aboard
 
Aboard we go
 
Ridin freedoms train, to parts
 
Unknown
 
 
Hold on baby
 
Here I come
 
I left Lancaster this morning’s done
 
 
I’ll ride all night
 
Into the morning sun
 
And if the conductor don’t see
 
I’ll be home to make the day’s easy breeze
 
 
Hear that whistle
 
Hear it call
 
Sorry I think I just may be late after all
 
Just may be late after all
 
Cause my heart and soul
 
Ride the rails
 
A hobo I am
 
And I write this tale

Isle of Despair

From the Isle of despair
does the lens do clear
And all life’s fog
Streaks down the cheeks in tears

But in that light,
Where sparks of light
Burn so bright
The shadows of doubt
Disappear from fright

From the Isle
Of human despair
Lights of sight
Open so bright
And in the hollow of that calm
Lay the rights
Left to those,
To carry
On

Carry on,
Carry on,
Have the light
Burn so bright
and sink the Isle
Of human despair
into the morning light……